Lyrics
He sets up his base and falls into line like a plastic army soldier, waiting for orders.
Doc’s the kid with authority, always in charge.
Who knew this would be an uphill battle from the start?
He falls from a curtain of imagined bombs.
Get the medic, protect the wounded heart!
Repair and defend against the strangers on the line, but the enemy's too strong
And the wires are busy with the unrestrained ringing of their charms.
So he sets up his base and falls into line like a plastic army soldier, waiting for orders.
Doc’s the kid with authority, always in charge.
Who knew this would be an uphill battle from the start?
His mom writes him, “Go see someone new to talk about the pain your going thru.
With the crutch in your lungs and all the good friends that have fallen,
A purple heart won’t restore life to the wounded, so don’t salute them.
They still don’t know what to say.”
So he sets up his base and falls into line like a plastic army soldier, waiting for orders.
Doc’s the kid with authority, always in charge.
Who knew this would be an uphill battle from the start?
Now coughing comes too easily when fighting for the air he breathes.
The putrid plants remain in a sterile state, but he’s still afraid they’ll take root again.
Still he must learn how to defend.
Cause some burdens were meant to be shouldered alone,
Though he’s afraid of growing a bitter heart.
